GOT A FLAT: Put my little donut on in the rain. Big ol’ screw in it. Time for new tires. Wish Dad was here to help me battle the upsell bastards at the tire shop. Siping? What the fuck is siping? Dad would’ve know whether or not to tell the guy to take a hike. I went with my instincts and held off the the siping, the TrueCoteâ„¢ and the upgraded tire air. Fuckers. Just need a new set of meats. Let that stink enough without all the upsell threats and subsequent second-guessing.